The rainbow colours, fading.
The sound of music, fading.
The painted pictures, fading.
All that were there, fading.
Energy to survive, fading.
Energy to revive, fading.
Energy for drive, fading.
All that was there, fading.
That figure in that shadow, fading.
That familiar voice, fading.
That fond touch, fading.
All that were there, fading.
Emptiness of everything surfacing,
Filled with tinted colouring.
What is it becoming,
When all of everthing is fading?
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